Shadow Slave

Chapter 12

Right now, that obstacle was looking down, avoiding Sunny's gaze. His hand was resting on the sword handle. As always, the young slave had no idea about what was going on inside Hero's perfectly shaped head.

The uncertainty was making him nervous.

Finally, after some time had passed, the soldier spoke:

"I have only one question."

Both Sunny and Scholar stared at him while holding their breaths.

"Yes?"

"You said that one of us must be sacrificed to save the other two. Why him? From what I see, you are far closer to the grave."

'A great question! I was just about to ask it myself.'

Sunny turned to the older slave, trying very hard to suppress a mocking grin. But to his dismay, Scholar had an answer ready.

"Before the first attack, he was already bleeding because of your senior's whip. During the attack, he was drenched in the blood of a fellow slave. His cloak, too, was soaked in it when the previous owner died. The boy already reeks of blood. Keeping him alive will put us in danger. That's why he is the best choice."

The grin died before reaching Sunny's face.

'Curse you and your big brain!'

Scholar's reasoning was appallingly solid. Hero listened, his expression growing darker with each word. Finally, he looked at Sunny, a dangerous light shining in his eyes.

"That is true."

Sunny felt his mouth getting dry. Cold sweat was running down his spine. He tensed, ready to act…

But at that moment, Hero smiled.

"Your logic is almost unassailable," he said, unsheathing the sword. "However, you failed to account for one thing."

raised an eyebrow, trying to hide his own

"What might that be?"

young soldier turned to face him, the smile disappearing from his face. Now, he was radiating thick, practically

you are, Your Grace. I also know what you've done, and how you ended up a salve. Just one of the revolting crimes you have committed would be enough to make me want to kill you. So if there is someone among us who deserves

Scholar's eyes widened.

but the

bleed enough to overpower whatever residual

react. Hero lunged forward with a speed that seemed almost inhuman. A moment later, Scholar was shrieking on the ground, his leg broken with one strike from the flat side of the young soldier's sword. Not giving him an opportunity to recover, Hero stomped on his other leg, and a sickening sound of shattering bones could be clearly heard. The shriek turned

like that, Scholar

was in such stark contrast with his usually graceful

him a calm look and said in a

"Wait for me here."

path, soon disappearing behind a rock outcropping. After a few minutes, terrible screams could be heard echoing

left

is… this

how sudden Scholar's demise came to be. And

had happened. But it was exactly

Scholar's rucksack and throwing most of the firewood out, the young soldier put it over

We need to

knowing what to say, Sunny gave him

there were only two of

of stupid, but Sunny suddenly felt

much easier than scaling the mountain wall. He even had time for unnecessary thoughts. A strange feeling of melancholy descended

walked in silence for

about what happened. It's not your fault. The decision was mine, and

soldier was a few steps

don't. Just trust me when I say that killing him was an act

which one of us

to maintain an illusion of

getting an

to talk, do you? Well, fair enough. Silence

again after that, each preoccupied with their

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